"Really?" He couldn't resist asking the question as he slouched down a little more in bed to get more comfortable. "I mean...it's been five years, and you're just--well, you're beautiful. Hot, yeah, but you're like...painting in a museum beautiful. Like camping near Mirkwood beautiful, far enough that the streetlights don't mess up your view of the stars."
With a little smile, he runs a hand back through her hair, sweeping it off her forehead...and taking care not to undo any of the braids he can feel catching at his fingertips near the end.
"It's hard to believe someone as pretty as you hasn't...y'know..."
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Date: 2016-09-15 02:09 am (UTC)With a little smile, he runs a hand back through her hair, sweeping it off her forehead...and taking care not to undo any of the braids he can feel catching at his fingertips near the end.
"It's hard to believe someone as pretty as you hasn't...y'know..."